Cumming Together, Parting As Strangers

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Dim club, bass throb.

Cross-room brown eyes.

A curious second glance.

Smile, inviting. She sways

Sexy and waiting.

Two drinks and a

Nervous approach.

Small conversation

Drowned in decibels

Sweating glass, ice clink

Lips parted, long throat swallow.

Body scan appreciating curves,

Tight dress, trouser grind.

Hands slide the contours

Growing arousal, eyes lock,

Lip bite and subtle nod.

Led from the floor

To bright-lit bathroom.

Stall door slammed

Hard and impatient.

Tits out, she drops,

eager unzipping,

gripping shaft,

surprised gasp,

probing tongue,

lips parted,

luscious long neck

Deep throat consumed

Rough hands lifting

Raising to her feet,

Spin, and bend,

Dress hem lifted,

Panties yanked aside,

Plunge and thrust,

Thick and throbbing,

Moaning and grunting,

Urgent explosions deep within

Spurting and shivering

Simultaneous climax

Slowly dissolving.

A first kiss, last kiss

In panting afterglow

Straighten and smooth

Final smiles, exits

Heartbeat melts into bass beat

As she fades into the crowd

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Published 5 years ago

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